The Only Poll That Matters

The Only Poll That Matters

I wish I could urge you to vote with your hearts,
But alas, it’s all just a game –
It forces us each to the cynical arts
Of tactical voting and blame.
Supposing, just for the day,
We lost our hate, we lost our fear ?
Then, no matter who won, I say
The revolution would be here.
But until, don’t give them an inch –
Let’s make them guess and sweat and pinch,
And keep your ballot confidential,
Share it only with the pencil.
No rosettes and no balloons –
And lie, lie, lie to the pollsters’ goons.